I have been doing much better personally. Friday night was very difficult and I was pretty raw on Saturday. I slowly started to see that I had been projecting alot of meaning onto L.. I haven't been super happy with the way my life has been going recently and in some unconscious crevice of my complicated mind, I decided that L. was part of the fix. Not that I do not adore her, because I do. I am just much more willing to accept our differences than I was.
And so, as I had taken the day off to recuperate mentally and emotionally from my weekend, I decided to wear myself out physically by taking a walk through Ballard and past Shilshole Bay to Golden Gardens Park where I was able to rejoice in a sunny day and look out onto the Puget Sound.
I love ...
the smell of seaweed strewn on the beach by the tide. It crunches under my feet when it dries.
The sound of grains of sand being carried along the beach by the wind,
the open expanse that enfolds in front of me,
the lines that masts are against the sky,
and the ability of human beings to be creative by knitting a sweater for a pole,
I also love. . .
using my eyes.